There's always mixed feelings about owls. They're shrouded in mystery, superstition and linger around death. It's often said that if you hear a screech owl calling outside your home, someone close to you is fated to die. Most spooky of all the owls seem to be the barn owl. It's snowy white face, almost reminiscent of a ghostly human face. Their call sounds like a screaming spectral woman in fury or fanatical sorrow. When someone infringed on their hunting grounds as they camp huddled around the campfire, they'll swoop down after crying out, stopping just short of the unsuspecting camper's face and shooting soundlessly up again; leaving the camper hit with the wind of it's powerful wings going through them.
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They're said to be the boarder between the spirit world and the material world; their large, dark eyes peering into the unseen just as easily as they witness the obvious. I think for this reason, is why they are more intimidating to those who see mystery and magic as something to be feared. For those that are afraid of the shadows, the owl poses a threat to that fear, and will tear it down if they would only allow it to. Death is not something to be feared behind mystery and shadows, but a natural part of life that should be accepted just as sorrow and joy and anger and accomplishment.
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| Large amethyst and tiger's eye chips attached to the feather shaft |
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